Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me.

I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other.

He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real.

When challenged, his assertiveness can

illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s like a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame.

I love my black man.

He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively.

See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success.

He fears no one.

Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down,although he can carry the weight of the world,

his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, and lose his way in life. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king and my solider

your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

you see, I bathe in your confidence, your kisses make me weak.

My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine.

You see, i’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within.

I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.


I love your define chest, to your hands which caress me, so passionately i'm forever yours and so much more. I love the swag in your style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak.

I love my black man!!

Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your

fearless soul spiritually shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you

slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain.

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend. And you will sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown............ because you are a product of me,

and I will forever, and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected

Poetry in motion.

Def Jam poetry has to be one of the best sources of viewing great poetry.

Knock, Knock by Daniel Beaty, is an inspirational, on point, and up lifting pieces with a great message, which I hope you all agree with also.

Knock, Knock!! Who's there? WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (on point)

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

By Maya Angelou

I don’t feel like smiling today.

Written By Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss SoulStress

I don’t feeling like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile and do it anyway. I’m gonna smile from ear to ear and let the whites of my teeth glimmer and show no fear. I’m gonna simile even though I know society and the world has mapped out my future for me. You see, as a young black individual, statistically, I’m doomed to fail, be on crack or end up in jail. Relying on the government, for beneficial support, splashed all over the news paper headlines, for gang crimes on the streets. Be the center of attention, when I ever I walk down a quite street, women hold their bags, and stair at their feet.

Gun crime and knife crime associated with we, when will we get a break and finally be free? When will the hate crime towards blacks subside, so we can all get on with our damn lives?

Do you understand what I mean; do you feel what I say? That really we have a lot to be afraid. See, the struggle is still there, and clear in the air, with racist on the increase, this defiantly aint fair.

The stop and searches, the routine check’s, the police are on our back’s, that make’s us never forget, were seen as problematic vermin, of the night who are only here on this earth, Don't you see that they want us outta sight.

You see, I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile and well I’m gonna do it anyway. I’m gonna smile knowing that there’s ignorant people, out there such as, BNP Nick Griffin, who’s wrapped up in his own vision, of a 95% white Britain, this aint a world that I fit in. Jokers, contradicts, stereotypes of our black life. Telling us that we need, and must conform, just to fit in with your so called “WHITE” right life. Conform to your ways, religion, speech and dress. When we blacks have been forced to conform, from birth, just to make it on this earth. You see ignorance is bliss, as people are afraid, afraid, of the unknown, and seek solitude as if it was bliss.


You see I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m sure as hell gonna do it anyway. I’m gonna smile even though I’m seen as a minority, I’m considered as a treat that you can disrespect. I’m gonna smile even tough when we blacks achieve something in life; it’s always flipped around to make you look nice. To increase your self a steam, a touch or two, and Flemish your ego don’t be a fool.
We’ve made it through the Pitts of slavery, a harrowing way of life that we faced, and we’ll make it through a lot more I guarantee you this.


So I'm gonna smile, cause that’s all I can do, to help

me get through, the discrimination that we face daily. I’m gonna smile and separate the real from the non-real and focus on a better life, live for me and only me. I gonna smile for my children, so they can see that despite our tortured history, that we can smile and rise above it and show our foes that YES! This door is close.

So when you feel like you don’t want to smile, when times are hard and you can’t see a way past. Just plant a smile upon your face, and keep the faith, that everything will be OK. And just remember that,

I don’t feel like smiling today, but I’m gonna smile, and do it anyway.

I'm gonna smile.

Written By Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soustress Copy Right Protected

My Black is Beautiful" by keemiekeem My Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. Powerful beyond the simple imagination. Others look on, their mouths open in fascination, Cause my Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. So beautiful is my Black that all the world springs from her seed. In fact, if God ever married, she would be His queen. The Europeans come and like what they'd seen. Black beauty ruling over diamonds and things. Even saw the people and the strength they possessed. So much, they took us and yall know the rest. But still inside, Black kings and queens reigned. Forced to listen to ignorant things. But if the lion is the king of the jungle,Why is my Black king wearing his mane? Or just because I'm Black, I need to be tamed. Stereotypically, yet hypocritically, society judges me so critically. Saying, "He's only good if he's an athlete physically, Cause his Black can never make it in the real world mentally." But actually, the only challenge right here is inside of me. So I pour out my heart and hope my Black hears my plea!! Let's go show the people who ruled the world for centuries!! Pharoahs, kings, and queens over everything. My Black is beautiful, strong, courageous. That's why my Black is president over the nation. They say the color happiness in today's world is green. So it's time for us to shine and make Our Black seen.

© 2000-2010 GS Poetry. All rights reserved. I love this poem, it speaks the truth. MY BLACK, OUR BLACK, IS BEAUTIFUL!! We black people need to start loving ourselves more, and believing that we can achieve the dreams we desire in life, and not be held back by stereotypical types of people, whom like to categorizes us in groups. I LOVE MY BLACK, and you should to. The only way forward, is to never look back!! Caroline (aka) Miss Soulstress

Undress Me

                                                              Undress me

Undress me with your eyes, look deep within my soul, and acknowledge the strong black woman inside. Search my exterior with your, hazel, golden, brown eyes. Read my body language, as I have nothing to hide.

Undress me, step by step; ever so slightly, let the outline of my firm structured body amaze you, leaving you breathless, and taken back with excitement.

Plant your head in between the depths of my breast, feeling and becoming one, with the rhythm of the beat, of my heart. Suckle on the teat of my woman hood, as a baby to its mother. Indulging, in every ounce of me.

You see, as our body temperatures begin to sour, droplets of water start to trickle from your face, like a stream on a mission, to get to that finale resting place. You gaze endlessly into my eyes, bewitched my hip’s that you soon will get to ride. You fantasise about you and I, and all the naughty things you would like to do to me, to make me cry out with delight. You caress my soft, warm, silky skin, with your strong masculine solid hands, whispering … you make me feel so good…… As heavy breathing interrupts your trail of thought, a sigh of pleasure overflows throughout your system, leaving you, paralyzed, YES! In the right position


Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale….our bodies become one

Undress my soul, and explore the secrecy of my closed doors. Let us in rhythmical sequence follow each other’s movements, as you learn more and more about me, and I about you. Take my soul on a journey of discovery, and unleash the inner goddess within. Let her full fill all your desires and needs, as she’s here to aspire to be your queen.

Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale.

Undress my heart, as now I’m ready to share all my secrets with you. I’m ready to make my fantasies become a reality with you. I’m ready to open my heart once again, to a man who’s not just a friend, but a lover, who understands. I’m ready to say those three words, I LOVE YOU!! Because, I am not afraid.

Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale

Undress my smile, release it upon to the world, let my smile be an infectious grin that gives you deep warmth within. Let it be your ray of sunshine, through the good and the bad, and I’ll do my best to never, make you sad.

Undress my mind, and let me share all my knowledge with you. Let me nourish you with inspiration, motivation, and determination. Be my teacher and feed my intelligence with things I have yet to discover, as our minds intern twine, I grantee, we’ll be just fine.

So now that you’ve undressed me, mind, body, and soul, the only thing that’s left for me, is to undress you, from head to toe.



Written by Caroline Gbolade (aka) Miss Soulstress Copyright ©